Do you know how hard it is to move when you can’t open your door because you’ll get sprayed with soapy water? Or when you can’t use the sidewalk connecting your door to the parking lot because they’re pressure-washing that next? I should have taken a picture of the sidewalk. It’s quite lovely now.

This all took 4-5 hours, and just as they finished — I mean, literally as soon as they pulled out of the parking lot — it started to rain. Of course. Not a downpour. Just sprinkles. Just enough to get furniture wet while you’re loading it into a pickup truck while moving.

It did stop after about thirty minutes, but I really would like to know why water hates me so much now.